Hello everyone and welcome back to another entry in my journal. I decided to do something different for a change…
I had often walked down this one trail by a lake during the day, but I wanted to try it at night to see what I might find. It was a nice warm summer night, there was nearly a full moon, a perfect time for my midnight walk. I got my stuff together and off I went. This was a time when I wasn’t so good at telling people where I was going or what I was doing, how long I would be away, those sorts of things. Sometimes I preferred not telling people because they would worry too much. This wasn’t the first time being out at night by myself, but the first time on that particular trail. It was a beautiful night, the moon shining so brightly through the trees casting long scary shadows through the forest. The only sound was me walking along the trail.
I stopped regularly to listen…listen to the quietness of a forest night. On one stop I heard something along the shore of the lake. I looked carefully but couldn’t see anything. I moved in a little closer. Suddenly a loud “smack”! I think I must have jumped 2 feet in the air! It was only a beaver slapping his tail on the water. But it was so loud. They really know how to do that very well and I guess I was getting a little too close. It got me laughing afterward, especially since I had heard that tail smacking many times before, but always during the day. It’s a little different at night when you’re all alone. Well, that’s it for this spot so I kept on going, quietly scrunching my way through the forest. I stopped again.
Thought I heard something farther in among the trees. I looked all around but couldn’t see anything. Hmm, I wonder, I started doing some owl calls. After a few minutes I gave up, obviously nothing around. I kept on walking and started going up a rocky hill. I stopped again. Almost sounded like some kind of grunting sound. But when I stopped, there was nothing. Probably a deer hiding in those crazy long shadows. Certainly wouldn’t be hard to do I’m sure. I keep on going and stop again after about 10 minutes for some more owl calling. Hey, I got an answer that time, a great horned owl! I call again, he answers. Then I hear something in the pine tree next to me.
The owl had landed on a branch no more than 6 feet above me. The moonlight was shining on him so nicely too. Then a second one came in and landed on a branch next to him. Now that is fantastic, what a beautiful sight. I don’t think they were as impressed as I was however. I didn’t bother calling anymore when they were so close. Owls can be quite aggressive when defending their territories. After a few minutes they decided I wasn’t very exciting so they both flew off. I kept on going and shortly the trail turned and went back to the beginning where I had left my car. I didn’t see anything else. But on two more occasions I had stopped and listened. I was so sure I had heard some grunting noises, but was never able to see what it was. It always left me wondering.
Well, I hope you enjoyed this little walk with me. It’s too bad I couldn’t have gotten a picture of those owls though, but it was something I won’t forget. Have a wonderful day everyone, and God bless!
Steve and Muffin.
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